[Lucifer] Ch: 52 [Letting You In] (Patreon)

[AN: Small smut in the last part. It's been a while since I've dropped smut chapter. Next, I'll focus a bit on the Hollywood part. A bit focus on Alexandra and introduce some more celebs. Maybe do a few favors and even produce a movie.]

[Next Day]

[San Antonio Winery, Los Angeles]

Linda had braced herself for the Lucifer Morningstar experience. Linda fully expected Lucifer to book an exclusive VIP lounge complete with a terrifyingly expensive tasting menu and a crowd of people pretending to understand notes of oak just because the bottle cost more than their mortgages.

Instead, the San Antonio Winery was... grounded.

The tasting room had a low-key vibe. Tourists and locals alike filled the tables and the walls were lined with simple bottle racks. The air was filled with the scent of fruit aging barrels and the savory aroma of garlic from the restaurant next door. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the dancing dust motes.

'Fascinating... I can see the motes clearly. My vision gets enhanced with a little focus, huh,' Lucifer thought.

Linda took it all in, then cast a sidelong glance at her date. "I have to admit," she said, "I was bracing myself for something much more obnoxious."

Lucifer stopped walking, putting a hand to his chest as if Linda had actually hurt him. He wore his usual sharp, dark suit. "Obnoxious? Linda, really. This place was around even during Prohibition. I don't do obnoxious, and I definitely don't do normal."

Linda chuckled, following a smiling host toward the tasting counter. "You brought me to a public place. There’s no yacht, no private string quartet, and no helicopter. I’m calling it normal, and I’m calling it progress."

"I did actually look into the helicopter," Lucifer confessed, pulling out a heavy wooden chair for her. "Unfortunately, rotor wash allegedly ruins the grapevines. The owners were terribly inflexible about the whole thing."

Linda slid into the seat, giving him a knowing look as he took the stool next to her. "Exactly my point."

A server arrived, placing two stemmed glasses between them. Then he launched into a practiced explanation of the wine's origins.

Lucifer listened with the polite attention of a scholar. When the server finished, he picked up his glass by the stem, holding it up to the light to admire its ruby color. He then gave it a slow, practiced swirl. Linda watched him for a moment before giving her own glass a half-hearted shake and taking a sip.

Lucifer lowered his glass and turned to her. "So?"

Linda swallowed, letting the taste settle. She gave a small, appreciative nod. "It's wine. It's good."

Lucifer just stared at her. The silence stretched.

Linda laughed, almost snorting. "What?"

"That is your assessment?" he asked, his voice dripping with faux-tragedy. "'It's wine'?"

"I'm a therapist, Lucifer. My palate extends to whatever coffee keeps me awake through my afternoon sessions. I don't professionally evaluate grapes."

He let out a heavy, theatrical sigh and turned to the server, who was trying very hard not to smile. "Please forgive her. Her palate is entirely pedestrian, but she's charming enough that I simply let it slide."

Linda bumped her shoulder against his arm. "Insulting your date on the first pour? Bold strategy, Morningstar."

Lucifer’s mouth tipped into a wicked, slow grin as he leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a low hum. "And yet, here you sit."

"That’s a testament to my patience," she shot back seamlessly, "not your charm."

"Please. My charm has toppled empires."

Linda rolled her eyes, but she was smiling into her glass as she took another sip.

For the next half hour, they worked their way down the tasting menu. Lucifer, unsurprisingly, had an aggressively specific opinion about every single drop. This one was too acidic; that one had a dreadful aftertaste; the reserve had a shockingly too-sweet finish. Linda didn't care about the tannins. She was just enjoying the show, watching him turn a leisurely afternoon tasting into a fierce, unspoken competition with the winemaker.

Eventually, they grabbed two fresh glasses of a Syrah he’d deemed "acceptable" and moved to a shaded table out in the courtyard.

Linda rested her elbows on the wrought-iron table, swirling the dark red liquid in her glass as she studied the man across from her.

"You're slipping, you know," she said casually.

Lucifer paused with his glass halfway to his mouth. He lowered it, a flicker of genuine confusion crossing his face. "Slipping how?"

"You're getting... settled."

He scoffed, immediately shifting in his seat to adjust his cuffs, a classic deflection. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on," Linda said, her tone softening, shedding the banter for something more sincere. "You still turn everything into a punchline. You still flirt with anything that has a pulse and makes eye contact. Your ego is fully intact."

Lucifer raised his glass to her. "Thank Dad."

"But," Linda continued, holding his gaze, "you're letting people in."

His playful smirk faltered, just a fraction.

"You actually care about Chloe, even if you refuse to put a label on whatever it is you're doing there. And you spent an entire Tuesday afternoon babysitting Trixie without accidentally causing a felony." She pointed out softly.

"I was just some chocolate cake, ice cream, movie, and snacks," Lucifer replied quickly, his voice a little tighter than before. "The Detective is going through some hardships, that's all."

Linda gave him a little nod and said, "It still counts, Lucifer."

He didn't reply right away. He looked down at his glass, tracing the rim with his thumb. The silence stretched between them, heavier this time, but not entirely uncomfortable.

When he finally looked up, the defensive armor was gone, leaving something quietly intense in its wake. "And what about you?"

Linda blinked, her eyebrows lifting. "What about me?"

Lucifer leaned back, his dark eyes searching hers. "Am I letting you in?"

Linda held his gaze. She didn't offer a quick joke or brush it off. She thought about the therapy sessions that had bled into real friendship, the boundaries they had crossed, and the fact that she had really started to fall in love with him. In that moment, she realized it made her happy.

A soft smile broke across her face. "Yes."

Lucifer just watched her, the tension slowly bleeding out of his shoulders, though he still looked a little stunned.

Linda reached across the small table, gently laying her hand over his. "And I think that's exactly what terrifies you."

Lucifer looked down at their hands. He stared at her fingers resting over his for a long beat before slowly lifting his eyes back to hers. The trademark smirk returned, though this time, it reached his eyes.

"Careful, Doctor," he murmured smoothly. "The meter isn't running. You're dangerously close to working on a date."

Linda gave his hand a fond squeeze before pulling back. "Then stop giving me free material."

Lucifer lifted his glass toward her in a toast. "That, Linda, is the one thing I can absolutely never promise."

...[Later that evening]...

[Lucifer's Penthouse]

"Tell me you love my pussy..." Linda pressed both hands on Lucifer's chest and was riding him so fast the hat on her head bounced with every hard slam of her hips. Her naked body rose and fell in a relentless rhythm, taking his thick cock deep on every drop.

Lucifer's hands clamped down on her waist, fingers digging in as he thrust up to meet her. "Love it? Doctor, I am currently balls deep in the most demanding, gloriously wet pussy in Los Angeles. Your greedy little cunt is trying to milk me dry, and I am thoroughly enjoying the assault."

Linda laughed, breathless, and ground down harder, swirling her hips so her clit dragged against him. "Assault? You're the one who dragged me in here, stripped me, and shoved that big cock inside me the second the door closed."

"Details." He reached up, pinched one of her nipples between his fingers and twisted just enough to make her gasp. "You walked in wearing that hat and nothing else under your coat. What did you expect? Restraint?"

She leaned forward, boobs pressing against his chest, and bit his lower lip. "I expected you to fuck me like you meant it."

Lucifer growled and flipped her over. The hat flew off and landed somewhere on the floor. He drove back into her hard, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin filling the penthouse.

"You want rough?" he said against her ear. "Then take every inch while I ruin this pretty pussy. Squeeze that tight cunt around me. Show me how much you need it."

Linda moaned and wrapped her legs higher around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. "Harder. Fuck me harder."

He gave it to her, pounding deep and relentless, one hand sliding between them to rub her clit in tight circles. "Look at you. Therapist by day, cock-hungry lover by night. Your pussy is soaked for me... Dripping all over my balls every time I bottom out."

"Shut up and keep going," she panted, nails raking down his back. "And don't you dare come until I say."

Lucifer laughed and slammed into her even harder. "Demanding little thing, aren't you?"

Linda arched under him, already close, her pussy clenching around his cock in fluttering pulses. Within a few more pounding, she came so hard that her entire body began to spasm in pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on Lucifer's cock in violent, rhythmic pulses, milking him as she shook and cried out. "Fuckkkkkkk~ Hahaha~ Lucifer just..." Her eyes rolled back.

For a second the room went fuzzy and she nearly blacked out, every muscle locked tight around him.

Lucifer groaned and pulled out of her dripping pussy at the last possible second. He stroked his thick cock twice and sprayed her with his cum, thick ropes landing across her stomach and her boobs. 

Linda lay there panting, still dizzy, her legs twitching. After a few seconds, she managed to sit up, cum sliding slowly down her skin. She reached for him, pulled his face down, and kissed him deeply.

Lucifer grinned against her mouth. "Well. That was really heavenly."

Linda laughed weakly into the kiss, still catching her breath. "Shut up and kiss me properly. And next time warn a girl before you try to paint her like a Jackson Pollock."

He nipped her lower lip. "No promises. Your pussy was being extremely persuasive." 

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